Except, of course, when it’s so crowded and you feel like you’re having an orgy. Just that it’s the kind of orgy you don’t like.

Not that I like orgies.

Of course, I don’t like orgies.

Eeew. The thought.

Anyway, I can still remember this one time in November last year that I was aboard the MRT. This was before they discovered the wonders of prerecorded announcements with pesky Chowking ads. Approaching San Juan Station, the train had just left Cubao. It was a very quiet but rather packed 7am ride. And then the MRT operator broke the silence.

H’wag po tayong sumandal sa mga pinto. Dumiretso lang po tayo sa gitna. Manatili lang po tayong nakahawak sa mga mandurukot…

Anu daw?!? Haha. Everyone was trying their best not to laugh. But they couldn’t. All I could mutter was “Manong, gumising ka! Gumising ka!”

I overheard a woman sport a cheerful mockery. “Nasan daw ang mandurukot? Hawakan daw natin at baka makatakas.”

When I told Jon about this, he shared his very own MRT ride-turned-Wow Mali episode. Again, starring our friendly neighbourhood MRT operator.

Ayala Station, Ayala Station…

…ay lagpas na pala… Buendia Station, Buendia Station….

Ain’t the MRT fun?

image courtesy of Benny Yap of Flickr

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